Poor Charles had a very bad day today. “My worst day ever!” according to him. I initially suspected hyperbole, but he is only seven. It wouldn’t take much for something to achieve that rank. First I, and then Mom, tried to extract was had been so terrible but Charles gone whiny and I couldn’t make out what he was saying. He didn’t get to play with his friend because his friend had a whole in his pants (it’s like an epidemic in that school), and then something happened to him twice and as a result he had to do some other unpleasant thing. When I asked for clarification Charles claimed I wasn’t listening to him, that the droning voice he gets when he’s whining couldn’t possibly interfere with comprehension. I think Mom got some more out of him later and he seemed mostly recovered after supper and a bit of Super Mario Galaxy.